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There was a boy, who claimed his name as Self Loathing
Wrought hard and cold of his own misery, he held his head in shame. He paid for it everyday. Finding solace in the loneliness he brought upon himself, built of the fear found in his hell. Never questioning, just doing. Standing up from sleep, sling arms and weep. Once a tower, crashing and burying itself in its own weight.
Misjudging fate, falling foolishly for his own illusions.
Granted respite from that cold slumber, the aching breaths of every night. Within that darkness, he found such a beautiful light, inspiration and admiration, an unexpected variation to cure every plague cursing his beautiful blue eyes. Sweet and brilliant to slay away the somber vastness of that empty world and quiet mind. To spark a life within a life, too which he had before been blind.
Soul bound the lovers twinkled among a million stars, granting the world the smile that had not yet been seen before.

And in disregard for the tongues of others they warmed one another into ignorance and bliss. A peace granted, by simple subtlety and promises made over a disingenuous kiss.